"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." -- unknown

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results - Albert Einstein

satruday
February 11, 2006 - 1:53 pm

at about 11:40 he arrived. i live in a small town.

at about 11:55 he, and his partner, were gone.

watching them put the bed together was pretty cool. i'm glad i did, though it's not hard to do and i'd have figured it out on my own. moving this by myself will be a heck of a lot easier if/when the time times. more trips perhaps, but easier.

not having any sheets to fit a queen, i drove to this nifty place, i'm sure you all know it, called linen n things. i've been to bed, bath & beyond - which is pretty much what this is (or vice versa.. i dunno which was first). i found a nice bed in a bag on clearance.. for $40. 180 thread count is decent? does that really matter? regarless, with starting prices of over $100, i'll take the $40 set.

in walking through the store i couldn't help but think.. wouldn't it be cool to buy a bunch of stuff here? totally decorate a place?

i've never done that. each and every place i've lived since college (and while in college) i viewed as totally temporary -- and therefore why buy a bunch of stuff i'll just have to move?

this apartment is temporary. with the massively creaking ceiling from the freak upstairs.. temporary indeed.

oh, and i also think the neighbor i share a wall is a bit of a freak. for the past week (at least) i've heard this weird song. it's hard describe without coloring your opinion of what it is.. but it sounds pretty much like someone body heaving -- as in puking.

a low groanish sound with quite unpleasent tones to it. not at all naughty or erotic if that's what your thinking.

if i listen with my ear to the wall it sounds all the worse.. all the more like someone dry heaving.

i was alarmed enough to almost call the police the first time i heard it.

i'm very, very tempted to see if my key works in their outter door.. go in and knock on their apartment door and say, "what the fuck? i don't really mind what you're doing, but i just want to know.. what the fuck is it?"

i doubt i'd swear though.

back to the bed. i'm a bit annoyed. i'd not call the pump "whisper quiet". i'm not sure if i really care, as i doubt i'll be adjusting it much.. but i think i might pop over to the store just to see if i got the wrong pump/motor by accident.

the plan for today? enjoy myself... bask in my good-consumerism.. drink some rum, wait for the snow.. lose some money in poker.. chat a bit. and of course, ponderously ponder the possible possibilities for my future.